Harem Stealer: Reborn with the God-Tier Sharing System-Chapter 152: To Their Creator

Chapter 152 – To Their Creator

They all felt it.

A connection—clear and powerful—linking them to another place.

The realm Noah had just created.

Noah exhaled slowly. He looked calm, but deep inside, he knew the weight of what he had just done. Creating a realm wasn’t easy. Especially not one like this. One made to reflect not just his power, but the desires and identities of his women. And also one worthy of his race.

Because yes—he was going to make them part of his race. That was a given.

He turned to them, lips curving into a smug smile.

"Wanna see what your dear husband made just for you?"

The women nodded without hesitation.

"Just use the connection you feel. Will yourself inside," he said, and without another word, disappeared.

"Not even waiting for us?" Dominique muttered, but no one even listened. They were already vanishing one by one.

She scowled and disappeared right after.

...

They arrived in silence.

The realm before them was nothing like the real world. The sky wasn’t blue—it was pure white, untouched, pristine. The realm itself stretched far in all directions, clearly divided into zones that all flowed toward a massive palace at the center.

Each zone reflected their wishes.

The storming red lightning field—Sophie’s.

The calm ocean, stretching endlessly—Elira’s.

The immense farm, glowed in soft green light— Dominque’s

Frozen lands, graveyards of swords—Selene’s and Yuki’s.

And many more.

Everything looked natural. Seamless. As if the realm had always been like this.

That was the power of ultimate fusion.

But there was something else. Something unexpected.

Noah could feel it.

There was life here.

He could sense it in the forests, under the oceans, deep in the earth. Beings had been born—somehow. And even more surprising, in the center of the realm, near the palace, he sensed weak presences.

Presences carrying his bloodline.

It was faint, but there.

Is that...?

[Yes. Leftover traces of your blood fused with the realm. Once it became capable of sustaining life, those remnants created beings.]

Noah’s eyes narrowed slightly. He wanted to check that out—but not yet.

"Wow... this is incredible," Selene said, standing next to him in the air.

Noah smiled. "Right?"

She wasn’t just impressed. She was stunned.

Not that long ago, she had been protecting her son. But now... now he was something else. Something she couldn’t even fully understand.

And somehow, that thought hurt. Because, how can a mother not even understand her own child?

Selene smiled to herself, unable to stop the emotion swelling in her chest.

Noah saw the look and gently took her hand.

"Why the serious face, Mother?"

"No matter how strong I become... aren’t I still your baby?" he said with a soft smile. "So don’t worry. Just look around. I made this—for us. For our family."

Selene laughed, her smile softening. "Yes, my dear baby."

But peace, never lasted long.

"That’s not fair," Elizabeth said, walking up and hugging Noah. "Favoritism!"

"What about us?" Sophie added, grabbing his right arm and leaning close.

More followed instantly.

"Us too, Noah!"

Yuki appeared from behind, trying to squeeze in.

Elizabeth hissed. "Back off, bitch, the spot’s taken."

Yuki smirked. "That’s exactly why I came, bitch."

The bickering restarted. Chaos resumed.

Noah sighed, smiling despite himself. Only Elira and Emily kept their distance. Elira, because she stayed above these things. Emily... just watched silently. But in her heart, the desire to truly belong burned stronger.

...

After a while, once Noah had given each of them a bit of attention, he sighed.

"Girls. Please. Compliment the damn realm at least. Do you know how much effort this took me?"

They didn’t even answer, too focused on him, on his beauty and presence.

"Let’s visit the palace," he said while sighing.

They teleported together, landing in front of two massive doors—silver and white, towering and imposing.

Noah stepped forward, and the doors opened on their own.

The women followed him inside.

What they saw made them stop in their tracks.

At the center of the palace stood a throne. White, like everything else, but far from ordinary.

Carved into it were the bloodlines Noah once held, each one merging together to create something at the center—an image.

A figure.

A small, perfect version of Noah.

He walked forward. Calm. Steady. His steps echoed through the hall as the women watched in silence.

Each had their own thoughts.

Sophie wondered if she could still stand beside him. If now, she was worthy.

Zara questioned how someone like her could be loved by someone like him.

Selene felt pride swell in her chest—this was her child, she thought.

Elira, Neko, and Ester were the same. Proud. Confident in their bond.

After all they were his master, beast companion and shadow.

Others were fired up.

Yuki vowed again to be more than a concubine—to be his sword, his equal.

Elizabeth smiled, her mission became even more clear as she looked at Noah, she would build a faith worthy of him.

Some thoughts were stranger to say the least.

Anya trembled with excitement, because as a being of chaos, she can see it. "He’s chaos... I love it."

Dominique? Predictable as always.

"Fuck. I want him deep inside me."

Noah evoked something different in each of them. It was kind of interesting to see how each of the women react and look at him differently.

Noah finally reached the throne and then—he sat.

The moment he sat on the throne, the realm reacted.

It buzzed. The air froze and time stilled.

All across the realm, life paused.

Every creature—every being—turned its gaze toward the palace.

And then—

Instinctively they bowed, one by one in perfect unison. Their heads lowered to the ground.

They were bowing not from fear but from respect, from reverence.

Because they were not bowing to a king, not to a ruler—

But to the one who made them possible.

But to the one who shaped their now home.

To...their Creator.

—End of Chapter 152—